I’m pretty much over all the Silicon Valley TechnoDweebery and Flavor-of-the-Day – the inevitability and how much I supposedly “need” it. My interest in “mobile” devices and computing and especially Social Media Connectivity has completely vanished in the haze. My wife’s devilishly clever new smart-ish phone only demonstrates what a ridiculous and indecipherable joke of non-usability much of that really is. /rant
So Windows 8.1? Seriously M’soft?
I kinda think not. Dedication to that crap is more akin to getting the Piggyback II to run, filling and not spilling cases. Now even that requires some REAL *touch,* not just swiping at the wisps of passing trends and ephemera like an angry demented psychotic convulsed by Tourette’s syndrome and shouting at telephone poles – and losing the argument.
Actually the thing that absolutely stopped me cold in my tracks (or I maybe would have gone forward) was the demand to set-up a Microsoft Account at some kind of stupid Microsoft App-Store, following in the equally stupid and openly larcenous Apple model. NOOOOO! Just say NO to apps. Many well-meaning but deluded people also tried to get me over to Facebook saying, “It doesn’t have to be a real accoun, it’s just so you can comment!” Plus-NOT and thumb(-suckers) DOWN.
The morning dawned in a thick white haze that gradually was wiped away like a bartender wiping the froth off the top of a mug of stout. In the distance the frothy cloud hung in the valley below, and with a building buzz and then quick roar a Cessna Skyhawk clawed its way up into the bright sunlight overhead – and just as quickly faded into the distance.
I changed-out an ugly old light in the laundry room for a spiffy one, and we went to lunch.
Later: Say, is my wife out watering the plants or what is that fountain in the front junipers? One jet shot UP about eight feet and the other one shout OUT about six feet. Leaks and frost-damage may abound, so I went into the Lower Redoubt to assess the situation on the automatic watering system. Good, there is an OFF button. Given the wet soaking sponge that we just emerged-from, further watering is unnecessary, perhaps until Spring. The splits and breakages in that quadrant-line will have to wait for my own convenience.
The expected drenching didn’t exactly show up as promised. At this spare elevation it’s more like we’re in the midst of a sopping wet gray sponge. And cold. Some actual “weather” is expected to hit a little higher-up in the form of snow, and perhaps we’ll see a spattering of it – and it will be the first time I’ve weathered that in over thirty years. But we were expecting something special, given the hallucinatingly spectacular red-purple sunset of just a few nights ago:
Wet weather is headed up here from Hawaii, the Pineapple Express, and the first and steady rain since late September is expected in a few hours. Last night a few minutes after sunset a brilliant red sky hung from one end of the horizon to the other, streaked by navy blue and flecked in turquoise, and swept away into blackness.
Today the Plumbing Maestro finished the recirculating circuit, flushed the lines and and wrapped the wiring on quick hot water to the tap (count to ten). Now instead of a five minute (and four gallons) wait while 60-feet of cold water sitting in the line that needs purging from one end of the house to the other before the hot starts, we get to go from warm to hot in a jiffy. The low maintenance/low amperage pump is on a built-in timer that’s set to run from 5AM till 11PM, and then rest for the night.
So today while Maestro Plumber was fixin’ to flux and solder copper, we went up to Apple Hill and stocked up on apple butter and country living supplies — including mulling spices for apple wine. Cheers! Now I need to get a set of muck-lucks or something for cold weather… I HATE cold weather.
This is gonna play hell with the blades of the old El Toro, maybe if I use dynamite instead of a lawnmower…
On Thursday last I requested that “Shorty” the Landscape Engineer, investigate a persistently damp spot along the foundation perimeter, and with dispatch amidst the blowing of leaves he summoned the narrow entrenching tool and uncovering a layer of mud, proceeded to bring the issue to light.
In the dim light of the 8:AM dawn we discovered a split in the 30-year-odd old buried pipeline supplying the clear rocky mountain nectar to the flora. With due haste and acumen he retrieved a pair of half-inch couplings from his truck, a cutting device, and the goopy purple glue-mechanisms – whilst I found a piece of half-inch discarded pipe in the dark corridors of the long labyrinthine under-basement. A piece of pipe which was to be my own un-doing.
After some effort the joint was cut and re-spliced, and with a “Huzzah!” he and his associates climbed aboard their vehicle to attend to another client along their day’s journey of work.
And returning to the scene of the fountain-head I discovered a pin-hole leak…
In the days meanwhile we have been besieged with various real-estate issues, bills and invoices and forms pertaining to the former flatland abode that is now for-sale in the land of Google — but on our forays out into the dappled warm sunlight and autumn colors I managed to stop-in to a local supplier of irrigation equipment and gathered together a ten-foot length of pipe, some various fittings — including the heavenly reeking glue — along with the necessary cutting device. In the effort I also reclaimed my hidden-in-packing drill-powered evacuation pump, which aided our efforts to clear the murky water.
Meanwhile the pinhole of perdition continued to vent the holy (and expensive) fluid of the Gods. Until today.
So far it’s holding, and I’ll bet nuggets to nougat that The Next One will appear soon…so I shall be stocking-up on couplings and elbows and more pipe. Labor around here is also astronomical, so I shall be paying myself instead. Also I’ll bet that more than a few spigot valves need new seats, so there’s that and grease and such to lay-in.
UPDATE: And now I have a narrow entrenching tool also.
This was actually taken last night after a hard and hot day of lying on a chaise getting a tan, and sipping a frosty malty beverage (or two)…
Today we took another big-loop drive in the country, out among the oaks and low-foliage turning-colors, up to the cedars and piney woods at about 4,000 feet, and back down past the tourist mecca of “Apple Hill” — all on the back-roads avoiding the Freeway. The difference in altitude directly impacted temperatures, but I was fine in cargo shorts and a Midway T-shirt.